I in my trouble sought the Lord, my sore by night did run, And ceased not; my grieved soul did consolation shun.
And call upon me when in trouble thou shalt be; I will deliver thee, and thou my name shalt glorify.
In troublous times I'll call on thee; for thou wilt answer send.
When I do thee upon my bed remember with delight, And when on thee I meditate in watches of the night.
In my distress I call'd on God, cry to my God did I; He from his temple heard my voice, to his ears came my cry.
I'll pray, and make a noise At ev'ning, morning, and at noon; and he shall hear my voice.